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“I’ve got your back, pal,” Tommy said seriously. Then he held up his phone, the glint back in his eye. “Now, back to your mustache problem. This article is titled ‘Expert Advice on Oral Sex from Guys with Mustaches and the Women Who Love Them’. Want me to read it to you?”

“You’re an ass,” Jude said, laughing, then paused. “Bring it over here.”

Brynn woke the next morning,roused by Tilly’s frantic whines, and started to climb out of bed to walk and feed her. But something had her pinned to the mattress.

It took her ten bleary seconds to recognize Jude’s sleeping form beside her, one arm draped across her middle and his body curled around hers from behind. He was so warm and felt so good, she gave serious thought to just cuddling in and going back to sleep.

But Tilly’s whines were becoming increasingly urgent, and Brynn knew from experience that if she didn’t want to mop up a puddle, she’d better get moving. So she pried Jude’s arm off her waist and slid out of bed with a yawn, and grabbing her clothes off the foot of the bed, followed a prancing Tilly out of the bedroom.

Tilly peed the second she hit a patch of grass, but Brynn forced herself to walk another two blocks to make sure the dog was completely empty. She was planning to crawl back into bed when she got back upstairs and had no intention of leaving it for another canine call of nature.

Back upstairs, she fed and watered the dog. She thought about starting a pot of coffee, then decided it could wait. She was awake, but she didn’t have any desire for coffee.

She crept on silent feet back to the bedroom, not wanting to wake Jude. But he was sitting up in bed with the sheet pooled around his waist when she walked in.

“Did I wake you?” she asked, drinking him in. He looked so damn sexy, all soft and tousled and naked under the sheet. No, she didn’t want coffee.

He smiled at her lazily. “The dog did. What time is it?”

“Almost seven.” She peeled off the shorts she’d put on for the trip outside, her blood quickening with the lazy look in his eye went sharp.

“Early,” he commented, his eyes tracking her movements as she pulled her shirt off over her head. “Especially for a Sunday.”

“I know.” She slipped her fingers in the waistband of the panties she’d worn to bed. They hadn’t had sex last night, and that was fine. But this morning…

She pushed the panties down and off, then straightened to stand naked in the morning light. “I was going to come back to bed.”

He let out a low rumble, like a motorcycle revving, and his legs shifted under the sheet. His eyes raked her naked form, and goosebumps popped out on her skin. “Tired?”

“No.”

“Good,” he said and tossed the sheet back.

She blinked. “Wow. You areawake.”

He wrapped a hand around his penis, already hard. “And you’re too far away.”

She thought about trying to slink over, all sexy and sultry, but she was in too much of a hurry, so she just leaped on the bed, landing beside him with a bounce and a grin. “Hi.”

“I love it when you play hard to get.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her close.

“My glasses,” she began, reaching up to take them off.

“Leave ‘em,” he said and kissed her.

She started to sink into him, then broke away, gasping. “Wait. I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“I don’t care,” he said and kissed her again.

She fretted about it for a second, then realized she didn’t care either, not with his teeth nipping at her lower lip and his tongue taking possession of her mouth. His hand dropped from her head to her butt, urging her closer, and she crawled on topof him, humming in delight when his penis slipped between her thighs. She was happily grinding away when his hands clamped onto her ass and forced her to stop.

She broke the kiss, panting, and stared at him through fogged-up lenses. “What?”

“Not yet,” he panted back and dragged her up a few inches so her pussy met air instead of dick.

She tried to wiggle back down. “Why?”

“Because I want to do this,” he said, and ignoring her squirming, dragged her up another few inches and popped a breast into his mouth.

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